10) Survivor

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I know already in this story there have been mentions of abuse but this chapter will be especially bad at the beginning of the next chapter I will place a recap for anyone who does not wish to read a head (08082000247) and this number is the number for the abuse hotline.

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—-Audrey—-

—-Audrey—-

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Aesthetic

I was so worried at the thought of them showing up I put on extra layers, not to hide me from the chilling December air but instead their icy glares and now I'm glad of it as I hold my outer layers close to my stomach an act I do when insecure I've noticed, and judging by their concerned glances they have noticed too.

As we pulled into the trios now familiar apartment I felt nothing but numbness, witch i guess means I did feel something in a way. Suddenly I feel three sting pairs of arms lightly engulf me each one whispering happy birthday in their thick Italian accents and something in me can't take it anymore and I scream.

I scream loud, so loud I startle the beasts who are now turned to face me. "What's wrong baby" Matteo coos while looking concerned. But that just angers me more.

"What's wrong?" I scoff "what's wrong?!" But the men try to come forward causing me to step backwards "what's wrong is I am Audrey fucking Fallon" I yell and Vincent opens his mouth at my cursing.

I can't let them speak though. "I am a multi billionaire by my own hands, I built a company from nothing and now am one of the most beautiful successful talented women of my generation by the age of seventeen. I survived the foster system, I survived ex partners and I survived my own insecurities. I am Audrey mother fucking Fallon and I will survive you abusive toxic manipulative narcissistic obsessed sluts of men" I yell. For a moment they stand in shock but it was a moment.

Then Gwaine hand raises so fast and so precisely there was no avoiding it. His large metal clad hand hits my already battered face sending me into the kitchen island and ricocheting to the floor.

Blood foods from my lip where the impact occurs and I silently thank the gods it wasn't my nose. Before I can regain my standing Vincent's foot connects with my stomach just below my ribs before he grabs my hair threading it through his fingers and pulling me from the ground ripping hair from my skull in the process.

Soon Matteo's hand is around my neck not strong enough to choke men but strong enough to know it's there. "Listen baby".

"I am not you fucking baby" for a girl who rarely swears I'm ready to join the navy at this point.

His grip tightens slightly. "Don't do something you'll regret" his voice sends unpleasant shivers down my spine.

"I won't trust me" and with that I spit on his face. He takes a moment to wipe it with his free hand before tightening his grip further. So much so I can't breath my face turns purple and my hand grasps at his in panic.

"You may be Audrey Fallon for now our love but not for long" he whispers in my ear almost lovingly "soon you'll be Audrey knight, and the more you fight this the worse it's gonna be, don't forget about your little friend he's not walking anywhere anytime soon now is he". My face pales at the memory of mark pulling a bullet from his leg as his screams of agony rattle the room.

He threw me to the ground and I land with a thud that's when I see the metal glint not of a ring but a blade running across my jaw causing me to gulp upon reflex.

"Such perfect skin" Vincent mutters as Matteo drops the blade to my collar bone going further and further until he reaches my arm. I know by this point my breathing is ragged and my face is sodden with tears.

Suddenly Matteo takes the blade as if a paint brush and my skin his canvas with Vincent holding my hand in place and my body held captive by Gwaine I am left to watch in agony with my only fight in the form of screams and angered Russian phrases.

I watch as he carves in my once soft skin is made jagged by metal 'Knights' they carve on my forearm for all to see. Standing back Matteo and his brothers look at me with gleaming eyes as if children on Christmas. While I sit in the corner contemplating essentially everything.

"You where ours the second we layer eyes on you baby girl" Vincent says.

And with a large Cheshire Cat smile Gwaine  grabs me and I can't fight, I know I should but I have not the energy. There is still so much more I can loose.

He lays me down in his own bed smiling down at me as he does so "you must be tired little one, tonight is a big night for you our live, try to get some rest while we set up. I want everything to be just perfect" he leans in as if to kiss me but simply tucks the hair behind my ear gently while I flinch away.

Grabbing me by my jaw harshly he turns me to look at him "you won't flinch away from me you understand" is this man for real, he's a bloody psychopath they all are.

"Do you understand" his patience begins to wear thin.

"Yes sir" I panic causing a dark look in his eye, a look I wish to never cause again nor see again a look that sends me into blind banjo and makes tears well once more in my eyes. I see lust.

"Good girl" he breathes deep smelling me like a wear wolf "get some sleep"

But I lay motionless in the cold apart,ent to scared to breath too deeply for safety of my only friends, the only people who truly care about me and the only people I live in return. 

I am Audrey Fallon. I am Audrey Fallon, I am Audrey Fallon.

I repeat it again and again like a crazed woman but only one thought can come to mind 'ha that name meant something twenty minutes ago'.

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